this desperate smile coldly awakening fury and fears, dead again alone and here I lie bloodless and burned a deviled wind kicked my face home shake my hands 'til the morning lands here place a blue poem under my wing in case i wake up without me last night the moon called me names while dim strangers stole my face, over.............. has hell been kind to you my desperate friend hello, it's just me an' my pale blue dream, again racing time and bending fences this moon shall ride my shoulder till the end forever unseen a slow drowning gratitude hard to get to know far away answers through candid whispers call my attention to the angry rain nature is truly sorry, she must be together against time we wait alone an aging madness still breaks my heart wild things roam inside my dark and splattered mind though I see, somewhere I wished I were blind and somedays I wish I were kind she seems glad to see me a risk unknown to me, myself and i tonite I shall rise once again just to bear witness, just for one moment of wretched silence in this cold and unjust world wherever there's a cave when there's nothing left....... to spin around you, to dim your love to quench the safest fears, to shadow the impotent will...... that strangeness conquers the afterthoughts, obvious to one delayed seriously, labours neglected this day sunrise sorrow tedious and dusting shelves lean arched beside my aching brain i am disheveled again this day, because I am this desperate smile costs this much. this baby sprawled unconscious, blackens the real the children may dance on my back the only cure of this strange city my smiles are chiseled hard and my motives weak little questions and the anxious pains, waiting to understand it all...... the children may dance on my back again, she's awake i am still sleeping she's bleeding my wounds have dried my child, let me hold you in the palms of my warm hands, I will let you down easy I love you too .....at risk.....how I wish to scream..... i will send you a picture and then you will understand abide in the tainted love or madness today will be a day for eloquent search a candle of curiosity, I lite for me and you a pride to exist, not just a reason to live don't remember to forget wearing my fury on my sad skin my brain incurs a chronic nausea when I mingle with the mad and ignorant only Christ will know the remedy I seek a puppydog and a passion princess; I need your love, I need your love....... rhymes are out of time skool no longer the rule. by broke...
Reason for writing:
desperation vs. hope and the in betweens...
Birth sign: Virgo
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